My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
I am not afraid because you say I do not exist I will not question my own faith or hide in the shadows of your looming weapon of destruction...on the contrary- If to you, I do not exist, you can never destroy me If I am the water slipping through your fingers you can never drink me, drown me;or use …
To be the object of his full attentionHis affection as if time stands still And she blind to the blessings And privilege he has bestowed Upon her a mere female women The delicate sex - fragile and witless Her strength he is convinced he holds In the palms of his hands He is fixated by …
Whispers; a hint of sound, a gentle push - time that slips beyond space holds liquid-like-air; nothing tangible, making it even more intriguing. Yet, when the wind blows and the sand slip between my fingers like pearls of wisdom from an unforgiving past and words fall lovingly from my own lips, I am continually surprised …
You might call me denigrating names Names, like sticks and stones Could break my bones Yet never truly touch me Names you would not call Your mother, sister, wife or daughter Or maybe, just maybe you would You could try to hold me back ...or attempt to hold me down And if by some cosmic …
I haven't written haven't had words in the light of day come together harsh light spot light maybe because its a lie or half truth and the cosmos knows or some greater entity has a hook line and sinker on me my insincerity it's like a spot light a spot light harsh and unforgiving and …
I listen compassionately to young poets; exposing their soul with naïveté unobstructed passion struggling to keep their words and truth pure, clear, coherent; and I think to myself, silent within my own insecurities, my own private courtroom - judge and jury, these are the facts, objection, overruled...I recall my own journey; my own learning curve. …
Jump from the train grabbing hold of a high wire Harry Houdini greatest one man act... Nothing swings like the sound coming from an old horn player - sweet baby lullaby the cradle will certainly fall! When my heart burns and the thrill of flying above the natural wisdom of women better than I perched …
So, so, yeah he looks me up and down stop and pause while all along attempting to prove a point A point he doesn't need to prove Unspoken basic law, basic rule survival of the fittest - in his mind His gaze stops mid way and it tells me; - the power of unspoken words to shut the fuck up …
You are beautiful women; strong, reflective, mighty Weeping willow, bending with the wind - not opposing it Fighting your demons, your battles with endurance and dignity I am in awe of you, I am in awe of you The pages of your book, a slow read for a woman like me Each turning of a …
Trilby Yates 